‘I can’t believe you did this.’
He cocks his head to the side. ‘Whatever it takes, you know this.’
My hands slide up his jacket sleeves to rest on his biceps. ‘You might get the loving brother speech,’ I smile apologetically. ‘Do you think you could humour him?’
His lips press into a straight line. ‘You mean another man telling me how to look after you? I don’t think so.’
My shoulders sag slightly. ‘Whatever it takes?’ I whisper his words. I can’t even begin to imagine how much it pained him to have to talk to my parents. It goes against all of his natural instincts.
He rests his finger under my chin and drops a light kiss on the corner of my mouth. ‘Whatever it takes.’ he confirms. ‘Come on.’
He proceeds to direct everyone out of the kitchen and onto the terrace, where I find everything has been set for a meal. The outside dining table has been superbly laid, the patio heaters have been lit to take the edge off the cool evening air and bottles of wine and beer are chilling in the drinks fridge by the huge built-in barbeque. I throw Jesse a questioning look. How did he manage all of this? He smiles and gives me a gesture of sleep. While I was snoozing most of the day, he has been busy meeting my parents and preparing all of this? I’m still in shock.
I’m in a half trance as the people I love the most in the world converse, chat, laugh and drink at the table, while Luigi and his staff prepare and serve a luscious Italian feast. Jesse keeps his hand firmly on my knee, choosing to eat one handed, squeezing every so often, particularly harder when Dan commences his older brother speech. I watch Jesse struggle to remain polite and gracious while they chat, and when my mother catches the line of conversation, I’m immensely grateful for her intervention. She admonishes Dan and smiles sweetly at Jesse before picking up her conversation with Kate, who has eased up slightly after a few glasses of wine inside her, although you can’t ignore the tension that is bristling between her and Dan. Sam, however, is completely unaware and doing a good job of making my Dad laugh hard with God only knows what stories.
‘Kate’s not her normal self.’ Jesse observes quietly, as he tops up my water glass. ‘Is she okay?’
‘She and Dan have a bit of a history.’ I reply, equally as quietly and out of earshot of Dan. ‘It’s complicated.’
Jesse’s eyebrows rise in surprise. ‘I see. Did you enjoy your pasta?’
‘It was lovely.’ I rest my hand over his on my knee. ‘Thank you.’
‘You are more than welcome.’ he winks. ‘Nothing stands in the way now, does it?’ He gives me an expectant look.
‘No, the path is clear.’ I smile and then melt when he gives me his smile, the one reserved only for me, his eyes twinkling in contentment.
‘I’m glad you said that.’ He stands, halting all conversation at the table, all attention turning to him. He pulls my chair out. ‘Up you get.’ he instructs, and I stand on a frown. ‘Excuse us for a few minutes.’ he says to our silent guests, before leading me away by my hand.
‘Where are we going?’ I ask his back.
He halts, turns and drops to his knee in front of me, only a few feet away from the table. I hear my Mum’s sharp intake of breath and mine that follows shortly after. I look down at him with a gaping mouth and wide eyes as he takes my hand and looks up at me with crystal clear green.
‘Shall we try this the traditional way?’ he asks quietly.
I start to physically shake. ‘Oh God.’ I breathe through the melon sized lump in my throat. I turn slowly and drink in the table and the occupants, all watching intently. My Mum has her hand over her mouth and my Dad has a small smile on his lips. Dan is expressionless and Kate and Sam are relaxed in their chairs with matching grins.
My heart commences gallop in my chest as I return my body to face Jesse, my glazed eyes to his. He’s only just met my parents. He can’t land this on me – not in front of them.
‘I’ve trampled them all.’ His eyes twinkle. ‘delicately…ish.’ he adds. ‘I’ve even asked your father.’ The corner of his mouth lifts into a half smile and a small sob escapes my lips. ‘You must know how hard that was for me.’ He drops my hand and glides his palms around the backs of my legs to pull me closer, prompting my hands to rest on his shoulders. ‘Anything it takes, Ava.’ he whispers.
My hands drift up to find the back of his head and my fingers thread through his dark blonde hair as he looks up at me.
‘Marry me, baby.’
‘You’re crazy mad.’ I sob, bending to kiss him, my hands moving to the side of his face. ‘You crazy, crazy man.’
‘Will I be crazy mad and married?’ he asks into my mouth. ‘Please tell me I’ll be crazy mad and married to you.’ His hands pull me down to my knees and he holds my shoulders firmly, his eyes swimming as he searches my face. ‘It’s all about you and it always will be. For the rest of my life it’s only you. I love you, beyond crazy. Marry me, Ava.’
I fall forward onto his chest in a sobbing mess and hear my Mum burst into tears.
‘Is that a yes?’ he asks into my neck.
‘Yes,’
‘I can’t breathe.’ he murmurs, falling back, taking me with him so we’re sprawled on the terrace floor. He takes my mouth, kissing me adoringly. Once again, my challenging, neurotic ex-playboy will have me wherever and however he pleases, and he’s completely unashamed of it. ‘I love you so much.’ He pulls my hand up and slips my ring back onto my finger before dropping a kiss next to it and engulfing me in his body again, squeezing me hard.
‘I love you too.’ I whisper in his ear.
‘I’m so glad. You’re the best birthday present I’ve ever had.’
What?
I pull up and gaze down at him through my glazed eyes. He smiles, almost embarrassed. ‘It’s your birthday?’
‘It is.’ He starts nibbling his lip. He’s concerned.
‘Today?’
‘Yes.’ He nods as he answers.
I narrow playful eyes on him. ‘How old are you?’
‘I’m thirty eight.’ He doesn’t hesitate.
I break out in a full beam. ‘Happy birthday.’
He blesses me with his smile, reserved only for me and pulls me back down to his chest, sinking his nose straight into my neck.
I melt into him.
I love this man, in all of his perfection and in all of his challenging, unreasonable ways. He took me hard and fast. He made me fall in love with him. He made me need him.
He was so unexpected, so passionate and so absolutely irresistible. And now he is wholly mine, and I am undeniably his.
I finally understand him.
I’ve finally got beneath this man.
The End.
This Man Confessed.
The final part of Jesse and Ava’s story coming soon.
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34